Wrote this eight years ago; it rings true, still.
Spring is here. I notice the brown water pooling in the bathroom sink as I wash hands after a day in the garden, and welcome the first forearm rash of the season, and I look forward to all this year brings.
burn me
sun
burr me
burdock
bite into me
bugs
land in my tangles
leaves
scratch, stick
and prick me
thorns
stain me
berries
resonate
with my senses
resin
rough up my skin
rocks
dry, and dye
my hands
soil
steal my breath
morning air
sneak into my house
duff
fall over me
rain
and after it all
embrace my body
icy river
this is life
and I am alive
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